He casually coughed and shifted positions, stretching out on the cushions as if he were completely relaxed.
"So…" He said, throwing on a lazy smirk. "Work is over for the day?"
Soren didn't respond.
Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step forward.
His head tilted slightly.
Amused.
But there was a dangerous glimmer in his expression.
Riven knew he was caught.
Well, what could he even do after getting caught? He would not admit it until Soren outright said it! Delulu is solulu!
He wasn't sure how, but he was certain Soren could see the guilt on his face.
Maybe it was the way his ears twitched.
Or how his tail flicked nervously.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that Soren was a damn predator.
The kind that could smell fear.
And Riven?
Oh, he reeked of it.
Soren let out a low hum, stepping closer.
Riven resisted the urge to fidget.
"You seem… tense," Soren murmured, his voice silky smooth but mocking.
Riven forced out a laugh.
"Hah! Me? Tense?"
